[tw intimate whumper, noncon kissing, noncon touching, conditioning, captivity]
"N-no," Whumpee breathed, muscles locking up in sheer terror and disgust as Whumper leaned in to press a kiss to their cheek. They didn't have the energy — or the courage — to scream about it anymore. They weren't being rude... they were pleading. "Please. I don't– I don't want this, please..."
Whumper moved even closer, completely trapping them against the wall. The best Whumpee could do was turn their head to the side and squeeze their eyes shut, but even that was futile when they were grabbed by the chin, helpless to let their captor position them however they pleased. "Feeling polite tonight?" Whumpee could hear the smirk in their voice without looking.
They would have to swallow the mockery if they wanted to get anywhere.
"Yes, sir." They held their breath, hoping the title came across as sincere instead of the taunt Whumpee wished it could've been. When Whumper didn't hit them, they cautiously opened their eyes, relieved to see them taken aback. "Please?"
It was their last... line of defence? Resort? Lifeline? And frankly, it wasn't much. Relying on the humanity and mercy of a soulless monster who had kidnapped and tortured them for weeks now was a hopeless gamble. But it was all they had: genuine desperation, and a willingness to show some vulnerability.
Whenever Whumpee had put on an act of defiance, Whumper responded in kind, breaking them down brutally and without an ounce of pity. Whenever they had grown too tired to physically protest, their captor had held them and feigned care, cooing and running gentle fingers through their hair. So maybe now that they were being earnest and giving Whumper exactly what they wanted... maybe now, they would consider indulging them just a little. Just for the night.
"You're tired of fighting, aren't you?" Whumper asked softly, moving their hand to cup Whumpee's cheek. "It's understandable. It gets pretty damn tiring, after a while."
Whumpee made a half-hearted attempt to pull away, but one warning glance from Whumper was enough to keep them in line. But they were hopeful. Whumper's tone was almost caring, if they allowed themself to dream a little. "Please, stop touching me. I can't– I can't do this. Not tonight."
"I don't want you to think I don't appreciate this change in attitude. I do." Whumper leaned in for another kiss on the cheek, and Whumpee shivered. "And I can and will reward you for it. But the thing is... I can't reward you by going against everything I expect from you."
No. No, they couldn't– they couldn't– they were being so polite! They were well-behaved! They were honest, they– they'd debased themself appropriately!
Whumpee felt panic rising in their chest as Whumper went in for a real kiss this time, pressing their lips against theirs, slowly and sweetly like it was all consensual. Whumpee placed both of their hands on their captor's chest, not really making an effort to push them away yet. They didn't have the strength; neither physical, nor mental.
"I'm going to reward you by being gentle," Whumper murmured. "And we don't have to do much either. We can take it slow, and I can just show you how it could be, if you were to behave. It doesn't have to be that constant fighting, Whumpee. We can spend a nice night together."
"B-but– but I don't– please, I don't want–"
"Shh, listen to what I'm telling you, love." They placed their own hand on top of Whumpee's, and Whumpee realised they still weren't trying to shove them away. "We're going to spend this night together either way. Because I want to. But it doesn't have to be torture."
Tears were streaming down their face by this point, and they made no move to wipe them away. There was no point. The worst part was how their abused mind jumped at the sliver of comfort the words offered, even though it was less than the bare minimum. It was still a promise of endless coercion and violation.
"Okay," they heard themself say anyway. Their voice was thick with painful resignation, yet light enough that they weren't even sure they'd said it once their mouth had stopped moving. They didn't want to believe they'd said it.
But Whumper smiled, giving them another peck on the lips. "It really can be nice, you know. Even if you don't believe me yet. Let me show you how accomodating I can be, whenever I don't have to worry about you clawing my eyes out."
A classic trope. A whumper running their fingers through whumpee’s hair. It is an extremely intimate gesture. The possibilities are endless.
Tw: noncon kiss, panic attacks
• Whumper is in the middle of carving their name into whumpee’s chest. Whumpee is completely bound, not able to move an inch. Whumper leans in way too close. They stare into whumpee’s eyes, so close whumpee can feel their breath. As they continue carving, they uses their free hand to run their fingers through whumpee’s hair.
• Whumper just finished cutting whumpee’s hair. They hadn’t had a haircut since they were taken. Whumper decided to trim it. Now, whumper is looking at the job they’ve done. They tilt whumpee’s head to the left and right. They reach out and card their fingers through their locks.
• Whumper grabs a fistful of whumpee’s hair and drags them across the room were the chains are. Whumper harshly yanks them towards the metal bonds. Once they are close to them, Whumper stops and runs their fingers through their hair, then brushing off the strands that had been pulled out.
• Caretaker is holding whumpee, who just had a massive freak out after seeing fire again. Caretaker rocks whumpee back and worth, whispering that everything fine. They reach up and sweep their fingers through whumpee’s hair. (Bonus points if that’s what whumper used to do, so whumpee freaks out all over again)
• Whumpee whimpers as whumper deepens the kiss. They can feel their lips pressed against whumper’s. They run a hand up their face and to their hair. It soon makes its way through whumpee’s messy locks as whumper begins forcing their tongue in whumpee’s mouth.
• Wouldn’t it be hard to run your fingers through whumpee’s hair when it’s got so much dried blood in it?
Content: Drugs, recovery, medical whump.
You know what I love? Caretakers trying to give Whumpee the illusion of having a choice despite the both of them knowing they don't.
Asking Whumpee if they'd like Caretaker to step outside or sit with them while they take a bath. The answer has to be the latter - Whumpee is far too weak to be trusted alone in a tub full of water - but neither of them acknowledge that.
Letting them pick the specialist they see to distract them from the fact that they have to see someone.
Offering to help them get dressed or leave the room, but Whumpee is too weak to get dressed on their own.
They've gotta get a procedure done, but they can choose whether they want to be awake for it or not.
Offering to either feed Whumpee or let them do it themselves, knowing full well that the former is the only option.
They've gotta be put on drugs, but Caretaker lets them pick between injections or a pill.
Giving them the choice between several different bedrooms to distract them from the fact that they have to sleep alone.
Just. trying so hard to help them feel like they're in control of their situation, even though they're really not...
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Whumper slowly moving up to Whumpee, eyes burning, as Whumper scrambles backward. The moment of panic when their back hits a wall.
Whumper gripping Whumpee by the collar and slamming them against the wall.
Whumpee pinned, front pressed against the wall, one arm twisted behind their back, the other splayed against the wall for balance.
Whumpee with both hands flat on the wall, using it for support as a whip cracks down on their bare skin, leaving welts and cuts.
Whumpee stumbling forward, one hand on the wall to keep them from falling as theirs legs shake and buckle.
Drywall cracking against their back as Whumper shoves them against the wall.
Whumpee, exhausted and bleeding, sitting against the wall. That moment when they squeeze their eyes shut and let their head fall back against it while they clutch their wound.
Whumpee’s skull cracking against a brick wall. Bonus points if they feel a warm trickle of blood down their neck a few moments later.
Whumpee clumsily sprinting down a pitch black hallway, constantly running into walls. Breaths echoing as they desperately search for an exit before Whumper notices they’re gone.
Whumpee literally glued to the wall (by hair, one hand, their back, etc) and left there knowing the only way to get down is to rip their on skin off / hair out. How long do they wait before biting the bullet so they can sleep? So they can eat?
Whumpee’s legs buckling under them. Trying to get as small as they can by sliding down the wall as Whumper advances. Trying to melt into it an disappear as their breaths become more and more frantic.
Whumpee chained to the wall with manacles set in the stone. Not budging an inch.
Claustrophobic Whumpee desperately pressing themselves into the walls as the room seems to get smaller and smaller, suffocating and crushing them.
Whumpee completely trapped, the wall on one side, Whumper’s body pressed close against theirs on the other. No space to breathe. Every inch of skin smothered.
Whumpee pinned to the wall by a hand on their throat.
Whumpee rhythmically hitting their forehead against the wall, desperately trying to manage their pain.
When a Whumpee is hit HARD. They stumble back, legs barely able to keep up, until they crack against the wall and crumple to the ground.
Whumpee sitting with their ear pressed to the wall, trying to hear what Whumper is doing in the other room. Knowing what will happen if they get caught.
nsfw prompts? pretty please?
(Tags/TW: noncon, implied noncon, explicit language, nsft, vampire whump, nsfwhump, biting, bondage, threatening, vampire whumpee, vampire whumper, physical abuse.)
"I suggest you open your legs... because if I open them, they might never close again."
"I don't care how dizzy you are, bend over and ask me for it."
"Shall I be a good Master and let you cum from my bite?"
"Stay still, you can't fight me off, not while I'm inside you."
"If you want blood, you'd better get on your hands and knees and offer to fuck it out of me."
"Do you smell that? You're bleeding. Heh.. guess I was too big to shove in all at once, even for a bloodsucker."
"I'll make it feel good if you're obedient and don't fight me this time. If you do, I'll break all of your limbs and fuck you like a ragdoll."
"T-That hurts! I can't take a-all of it!! *hic* Please don't push it in any further..! I'll let you d-drink from me-e!"
"Aww.. Poor thing, did you think I was going to show you mercy after you went into frenzy on me? I'll teach you what your mouth is for."
"If you piss me off, you're not going to survive this fuck, little human slut."
"Please Master... I've never been taken before, I'm begging for your mercy.."
"If pet make Master feel really good.. could pet please drink..?"
today's treat is...
[pt: deranged /end pt]
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For the bastards out there.
Bleeding on the floor
Not being able to walk on a broken leg
Not being able to see something when Whumper’s blindfolded them
Throwing up their food when Whumper’s fucked with it or hit them wrong
Being ‘blemished’ by scars Whumper gave them
Being unable to come when called because they’re still restrained
Being too short/tall
Not responding / speaking clearly when Whumper's gagged them
Not contributing to the household income (literally kidnapped)
Hitting the ground too hard when Whumper shoves them
Bruising when hit
Knocking something down when Whupmer shoves them into it
Getting sick when Whumper hasn’t been taking care of them
Losing weight because Whumper doesn’t feed them regularly
Bleeding on their clothes
Fainting when malnourished
Being too obedient (boring)
Having nightmares
Passing out from pain, dehydration, or malnourishment
Crying when Whumper pepper sprays them
Passing out when strangled
Fighting/thrashing while being drowned
“P-lease please it’s n-not my fault-”
“Did I say you could do that?”
“Repeat your rules.”
“I d-I didn’t mean to, I swear”
“You’re useless.”
“Maybe I should just get another toy who can actually follow orders.”
“Wh..at hapn’d….?”
“I don’t have any use for damaged goods.”
“I’ll do better n-next time I swear! I pr-omise - please don’t-”
“Such a pathetic little thing.”
“Well maybe if you actually fucking remembered to feed me-”
“You’re worthless without me - you can’t even stand on your own.”
“Maybe I should just put you out of your misery.”
“I c-I can do do it - please-lemme try ag-again-”
“I don’t think Caretaker would want you anymore - I mean look at you, you can’t even walk. It’s pathetic.”
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Would you feel like doing some drowning prompts?
@void-fireworks, oh, I'd love to.
Also, HOW did you know I was just trying to think of a topic for a prompt list? Are you psychic? Should I be afraid?
Anywho, here's some things! Enjoy!!
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Whumper’s fingers twisting far too tight into Whumpee’s hair, ripping some loose as Whumpee thrashes under the water.
“Theeeeere you go. Cough it all up. Very good. Okay, now take a deep breath for me. Deeper. There.”
The slow-motion thrashing. Panic building as Whumper has to fight against the water.
“I thought you’d make it at least a full minute. How disappointing. How about we try again?”
Water burning like fire in Whumpee’s sinuses. Pushing against the backs of their eyes. Like frostbite and fire in their lungs.
Whumpee’s eyes wide and frantic under the water. But is it pure water? Or salt? Is there soap? How baldly does it burn their eyes? Tears streaming down their face for hours after, trying to flush out the dry, burning pain.
“Why do you look so scared, pet? It’s just a bath. You don't think I'd hurt you, do you?"
A classic - a whumpee who has been desperately swimming again. They come to a stop, treading water, panting, looking frantically around them. The moment they start to relax, a hand/jaws/rope/whatever clamps down on their ankle, dragging them under before they have the chance to scream.
Darkness. Just darkness seeping in. Is it from the water? Or are their eyes washing over?
Each breath aching and burning after Whumpee coughed up all the water. It feels like there’s still more. There’s always more.
Whumper helpfully patting Whumpee’s back, helping them cough it all up before shoving them under again.
“Are you really going to die like that? In two inches of water. That would be really pathetic of you, don’t you think?”
Drowning in a lake. Whumpee’s fingers clutching at the muck and green, slimy plants, desperately trying to push away, but falling back into the slippery rocks time after time as their vision fades into dark.
Whumpee thrashing against hands at their neck, having no idea how is holding them down. Their face is distorted and blurred by the warped and rushing water between them.
Unconventional drowning, but can we get a shoutout for water-boarding? Thanks.
Whumpee trapped in the brig of a sinking ship. Clawing at the wood and iron bars, screaming for help as everyone scrambled out in a frenzy, not caring to let them out.
“N-no please. I - I can’t. I. I can’t. I can’t br-breathe. Please. No - nnn-NO!”
Whumper shoving Whumpee back under the water without giving them the time to take a full, gasping breath.
Drowning in the ocean. Each wave crashing fresh over their face, giving them just enough air to stay conscious. But how long can they hold on before it’s too much?
That last, desperate gasp of air before they are forced under the water without warning.
Whumper just holding Whumpee tight as they drag them down down down - confident that Whumpee’s panic will ensure they run out of air first.
"Go on, just breathe it in. There's no need to fight me. You're just delaying the inevitable."
Whumpee tied down as the water slowly rises around them. Jerking against their restraints until blood from their wrists dances through the rushing water.
A recovering Whumpee panicking whenever they get too close to a river or when Caretaker tries to draw them a bath.
"Aww, are you getting hungry? I thought so. I'll give you one bite for every minute you can stay under. How about that?"
Also, uh, here's some drowning scenes I wrote before? Feel free to pull whatever you want from those as well!! 1, 2, 3 that last one is awful but i guess you can look at it if you want.
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(pt. divinestray/divinemutt end pt.)
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